"Nonsense, you can't possibly not go back to accompany your brother every year."
Li Xiaoli rolled her eyes at Liu Mengting, who then started to teach Li Xiaoli how to make dumplings hand-in-hand.
Tang Ming also noticed Liu Mengting's sadness, furrowing his brow and struggling with whether to tell the Liu family father and daughter about his encounter with Liu Mengting's mother.
"Tang Ming, don't space out. Watch carefully how I teach Xiaoli. This is for your food today."
Liu Mengting called softly.
"Oh, oh, okay."
Tang Ming nodded repeatedly, still deciding to respect Liu Ruming's advice not to tell the Liu family father and daughter about this matter for now.
Soon, the four of them became busy and lively—in fact, only Liu Mengting and Liu Gaoze were really busy, while Tang Ming and Li Xiaoli were just fooling around.
The two had flour all over their faces, but the things they made were tragic, especially Tang Ming's.
